43 or so hours, what could happen?

While this weekend I spend my time looking at wounds, IVs, butts and doctors (don't picture Grey's Anatomy M.D.'s) last weekend I was in NYC for about 43 hours. I left work on Thursday morning went home and showered and left for the airport. I slept here and there but for the most part went without a decent amount of sleep.
In my time in New York City I managed to get asked for directions three times, called a "local" twice, I ran into a woman I worked with in Baltimore, and I ate a "Steven Sondheim" sandwich the size of my head. I caught two Broadway shows and walked more than 100 blocks of the city. I got my new jacket dirty from a taxi and "pothole fluid". I saw M. Night Shyamalan's clone in Penn Station and I ended up being yelled at by a worker from some movie they were filming in Manhattan with Will Smith(she was very rude and stupid: "Excuse me, but there is about to be a very dangerous car crash here and we are trying to keep people clear." SIGH). I rode the wooden escalators at Macy's, rode the bus in Queens to Jackson Heights, rode in tiny elevators and, of course, rode the subway. I slept in two different hotel rooms, two different planes, two different airports and on a rock in Central Park. I also watched a lady fall sleep during a Broadway show.
In all the shows were good and great and the weather decent. I enjoyed my time there even if it was so short. I guess my only issue was with theatre etiquette but that is for another blog......